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The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the
honest man walks away and is silent.
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The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the
honest man walks away and is silent.
[Fr., Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot;
L'honnete homme trompe s'eloigne et ne dit mot.]
Deceit is in the heart of them that imagine evil: but to the counsellors of peace is joy.
Deceit is in the heart of them that imagine evil: but to the counsellors of peace is joy.
The great masses of the people will more easily fall victims to a big lie than to a small one.
The great masses of the people will more easily fall victims to a big lie than to a small one.
Which I wish to remark--
And my language is plain,--
That for ways that are dark
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Which I wish to remark--
And my language is plain,--
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
The pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them, they read more
The pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them, they do not satisfy us when possessing them and they make us despair in losing them.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who
are accused, shall be a delusion, a read more
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who
are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he
hid himself among women.
What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he
hid himself among women.
The easiest way to be cheated is to believe yourself to be more cunning than others.
The easiest way to be cheated is to believe yourself to be more cunning than others.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
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Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.
